In which there’s a tuna sandwich.

I baked a loaf of bread and made a pressed sandwich:

We ate it for dinner!

(The expensive olive oil canned tuna has the texture and taste of canned tuna from my childhood. Made me feel a weird sort of nostalgia, even.)

Update: holy SHIT was this amazing the next day. Don’t eat it the day you make it, there’s literally no reason to. This is truly the ultimate hiking sandwich!

As side note: the people who own this house offered to replace the kitchen counter, but I really wanted to move in as soon as possible because my work transportation situation was getting complicated. Now I kinda wish we’d waited for the new counter.